Sunday, July 15, 2012


Breathing in…
Breathing out
Because the air is heavy with your scent
I want to keep it all in
I have been trying 
since childhood
To keep in all the smells that I like
(Like the first time I smelled the rain)
I remember its play on the grass
I remember the sound it made as it fell
I remember being glued to the window pane
But I don’t remember the smell
It eludes me
(Memory is a sieve, really) 
The good bits always go away

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